When the news came out the Sports Illustrated was laying off their employees after being in business since 1954, I started thinking about my favorite Michigan Sports Illustrated covers. So many of them came to mind when you start thinking about Magic, The Bad Boys, Barry Sanders, Gordie, Yzerman, The 84 Tigers, JV…I can keep going. But Sports Illustrated was so much more than that:
What S.I. meant to me growing up
If you’re of a certain age you’ll remember knowing the day your Sports Illustrated would show up in the mail. I’d read it front to back, letters to the editor to Rick Reilly in the back (I always thought he was cool). S.I. was so much more than just great pictures – it told me wonderful stories about the players, teams and coaches.
The annual preview editions for any league (NFL, NBA, MLB, NHL) were a must read and I’d take them to school to argue rankings with my friends: “How the hell did they put the North Stars in front of the Wings?”.
You felt a closer connection to sports because of S.I. – I’d even save them for at least six months and then keep the ones I loved (the U.S. Hockey Gold Medal in the 1980 Olympics cover – forever).
There was also a mythology to the athletes back then. We didn’t know EVERYTHING about them, and when you saw photos of Magic jumping over Larry Bird you were convinced he was the greatest college player ever (at least I was). Or Bo Jackson breaking a bat over his knee or running over “The Boz” – he was the stuff of myth. He didn’t look human and I’d marvel at the pictures and stories.
Sports Illustrated was a big part of my life growing up. And I’m grateful for it (even if they did kiss Jordan’s ass for a couple of years). I wish they were around today to document the Lions season and this fan base.